2nd DEREK/STILES AND DYLAN/TYLER H POST!
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Previous prompting posts: round one, round one favorites, round two, round two recs and favorites, round three, spoilery prompt post, the other pairings post, the gen and pack fic post and the
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Previous prompting posts: round one, round one favorites, round two, round two recs and favorites, round three, spoilery prompt post, the other pairings post, the gen and pack fic post and the
first Derek/Stiles and Dylan/Tyler H post.
This meme is closed. Please see tnw_kinkmeme for your Teen Wolf kink needs ( Read more... )
Stiles has been pack for a long time, okay? He’s been through shapeshifters trying to take over their territory, a group of seriously code breaking hunters they’d taken down in tandem with Allison and her dad, not to mention all the shit that went down before they were even officially a pack. So if he wants to go out and try to finally get rid of his virginity now that he’s not constantly being judged by nosy ass Alpha werewolves, then he is perfectly able to do so. It’s not like Derek has to do more than look at someone to get sex, there’s no reason to push his self enforced celibacy on the rest of them.
“I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” Isaac says. He sounds nervous, eyes darting around and eyes flaring gold for a second before he gets control again.
“You don’t have to come,” Stiles tells him firmly, and zips up his jacket. He gets in his Jeep and Isaac makes a low whining noise in his throat before darting around to the other side and getting in the passenger seat.
“This is such a bad idea,” Isaac complains again, and his hand is inching towards his pocket. Stiles reaches over and, in lieu of a glare (eyes on the road!) he pokes Isaac’s thigh, hard.
“No. If you call Derek, I swear I’ll throw your phone out the window.” He’s not sure exactly what Derek has against the pack having fun now that they’re out of high school, and he’s still not entirely convinced that Isaac choosing the same college as Stiles was done entirely because of their veterinary program, but it is not on. Not tonight.
Isaac slumps back in his seat and crosses his arms petulantly. “Fine. But he’s gonna be pissed.”
“He can be whatever he wants, I don’t care.” Isaac snorts. And okay, maybe that’s not entirely the truth, but Stiles’ hopeful sexual exploits aren’t exactly pack business. Or Derek’s business. He’s made that clear enough.
They have to find parking a couple streets over, and Isaac trails along after Stiles like a sulking five year old until they reach the club. The line is ridiculously long.
“It’s one in one out. You’re never getting in,” Isaac says, sounding relieved. Which is insulting if not untrue under normal circumstances. Stiles has an in, though -- or, his roommate has an in, by virtue of being the bartender’s younger brother. It’s surprisingly easy to get in, though he’s a little worried about that blonde girl four back from the front of the line. She looked like murder would be an acceptable payback for Stiles getting into the club before she did.
Whatever, Stiles has Isaac to protect him. He goes straight to the bar to give his required drink order plus twenty dollar tip combination to Ryan’s brother. Isaac pushes after him, still radiating guilt.
“It’s too loud,” Isaac complains. “And this drink sucks. We should go home.”
Stiles tries to sidle away, but Isaac keeps following him. It only takes him ten minutes of listening to Isaac’s diatribe against dancing, music, and clubs in general before Stiles has enough.
“Oh my god, you sound like every adult character from Footloose!” Stiles exclaims. It shuts Isaac up, because he has an unholy crush on Kevin Bacon’s character, which is great, because holy complaining werewolf, Batman, and even better, gives Stiles enough time to escape to the dance floor.
The combination of illegally obtained alcohol and sweet freedom is enough to make him loose and unself-conscious of his dancing, and he manages to catch the eye of a girl nearby. He’s pretty sure he recognizes her from his Freshman Lit. class.
A couple drinks later, and she pulls him into the darkened hallway to the bathrooms. Which Stiles is totally cool with. They’re making out, and Stiles is trying to think of a not creepy way to ask if she’d like to go somewhere with less chance of involuntary exhibitionism when she slides her hand into his underwear.
Which, awesome! But also, not awesome, because Stiles apparently overdid it a little on the alcohol, and has to run for the conveniently close bathroom before he throws up on the first person besides himself to touch his dick, fuck his life.
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